Angel Dust

Valentino's about as far from Heaven as a person could get, but he's egotistical enough to accept the praise for what it is, chuckling lowly against Anthony's mouth as he kisses him again, hand twisting his tie loosely around his fist. Would it be crude to tell him that what he did "right" was blow some poor fuck in an alley where Val could find them? Probably, and though Val's not opposed to a little vulgarity, the details aren't really all that important, and it'd likely spoil the mood.

What matters is that Valentino has Anthony right where he's wanted him, and it seems the feeling is mutual if Anthony's feeling lucky about it. Valentino lets go of the ends of Anthony's tie and lightly, slowly drags the back of his knuckles from his sternum all the way down to his belt, where his hand then veers to one side, settling warm and broad at his waist.

"Mm, but I think you have that backwards. If anyone's experiencing what Heaven must be like," he muses, brushing another kiss against Anthony's mouth, tongue briefly teasing at the seam of his lips before he breaks away to continue, his thumb rubbing lazy circles against his hip. "It would have to be me, don't you think? I left and came back to an angel in my bed..."